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s.-.~a- is true. I tell you there is :3. wonderful change in our boy and we “ought to be thank- ful‘to the Pink P1115. .Egnest is growing smfid strong, and this 19 his first day at; Mk The docwt said hp‘yiiould be dead ed to be in the nerves. I need not tell you how grieved we felt over the prospect of losing our boy, and would have tried anything to save his life. “'e had been reading in The Post about the wonderful cures made by Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills, and often thought of frying them as We were told they would do no harm if they did not do any good. Nearly every week we read about miracles wrought by the_Pills and one day I determined to ask the doctor if we might try them. ‘ Well,’ said he ‘ The boy can’t get better, and the Pills are not likely to hasten his end. You can do as you like.’ Shortly after we bought a. box of the Pills. This was in May last. Little Ernest had not been taking them two weeks when we noticed a wonderful change. ‘ We quit. the doctors medicine alto ether, and kept using the pills only. The y improv- ed so rapidly that in ‘a. short time he was nble to be out of bed. One can hardly be- lieve a sto_ry like $1113 but every word of it “ (3h ! nothing but Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills,” was the ready and emphatic response of Mrs. Duke. who is a very intelligent lady, and who then gave the interviewer the fol- lowing interesting and well-nigh incredible narrative : “ Last winter Ernest had the grippe. and he never seemed to fully recover from the efl'ects of it. In February last, some time after he had the grippe, he was so unwell that we took him to Dr, Bonnar, of Mono Mills, who examined him, and said that what was troubling him wasa decaying tooth which required to be exnracted. He pulled the tooth and said to take the boy home and he would be all right shortly. In- stead of getting better, however, Ernest got far Worse, and was soon confined entire- ly to his bed. He failed in strength and ap- petite, and was becoming more nervous every day. Sometimes he would get twitch- mg and nervous fits, and shake so hard that he would frighten you. The shaking was so strong that the whole bed shoal: with him. We became alarmed and sent for a second doctor who prescribed for the boy, and who gave it as his opinion that his re- covery was impossible. At this time Ernest had lost power of both legs and arms and they had to be tied down to ease the suffer- er by lessening the nervous agitation. The second physician called in attended the boy 8 me time, but the case was getting so bad, every day becoming more hopeless, that a third was sent for to consult. This last one said that there was no chance for poor Ernest, and that all the trouble seem- age of chivalry was gone forever, and on every side of us we hear it remarked that the days of miracles are a part of the dim, superstitions and romantic past. We are not gomg to enter into a discussion on the merits of either statement. Much of the chivalry that we read of had a great deal of the wild and grotesque about it, while not alittle that was attributed to miraculous agencies was the work of men of talent and genius, wiser and greater than their gener- ation, who had explored and comprehended the teasures of Mother Nature within whose bosom is said to be locked a panacea for every ill of fallen flesh. A newspaper’s chief mission is to faithfully and attractive- ly record interesting current events and to make such comments and suggestions as it deems advisable, and it is this role The Post is desiring, to fill in this article. The neighboring township of Mono furnishes an instance of a marvellous cure, which in less enlightened times would undoubted- }iy have been credited to supernatural in- ucnces, and which has even in this stern and practical era created a genuine sensa- tion. In a recent issue we gave the particu- lars of the restoration to physical strength and activity of George Hewitt, of Mono Mills, through the use of Dr. \Villiams’ Pink Pills for Pale People, which are now household words on this continent. Many who read the article on Mr. Hewitt might . be. disposed to doubt, but the least credulous were‘sil‘encedand convinced by the striking evideucmof the patient himself, evidence which was corroborated by several reliable persons who had an intimate knowledge of the facts. The fine banner township of Mono supplies equally striking and concluo sive testimony of Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills as an effectual remedy where the physician's skill and knowledge have been utterly baili- ed. Men may be disposed to be sceptical, and to fancy that much that is said in praise of these pills is mere hyperbole, but it is hard to confront the logic of facts, and in this respect an enduring ‘ monument is fast being built in support of the merits and claims of this greatest‘ medical preparation of the century. Mr. Wm. Duke, lot 1, concession 6, Mono. is one of the best known and respected pioneers of this section. A few weeks ago we heard that his little 12-year-old boy ‘ had been snatched from the very jaws of 1 death by Dr. “'illiams’ Pink Pills, and we 1 determined to fully investigate the reported ‘ cure. Mr. Duke resides about six milesfrom ‘ Orangeville, and is one of the most prosper- 1 ans farmers of the banner township. When 1 the representative of The Post called at his 1 quiet and comfortable home. Mr. Duke{ was at a neighboring threshing, but the reporter was courteously received by Mrs. Duke. W'c enquired as to the condition of Ernest, the little boy who was reported to have been cured, and were somewhat non- plussed when told that he was at school. From our information as to his state of health last spring, we did not expect to find him able to leave the house, and were not prepared for the news that he was once more strong enough to mix with the gabbl- ing schoolboy throng. “ Is Ernest the lit- tle boy that was so sick last winter and spring ‘3” was our next interrogative. “ He is, indeed,” replied Mrs. Duke, “ and to tell you the truth, we had at one time no hope that he would ever again be able to leave his bed. “ To what do you attribute the boy’s re- covery ‘3” the reporfier gskegl; , llow Ills Llle was Saved After Ills Condl tlon had Been Declared Hopeless by Three Doctors-An Interesting Sar- ratlve Given to a Post Reporter by the Boy's nether and “ther Witnesses. Duffel-in Post. Orangeville. The great Edmund Burke once exclaimed in a m_oment of sadness and despair that the A DUFFEBIN 00. MIBAGLE. IngVzist Toronto exhibition. bucfig): Duke‘s Great Peril and Wonderful Escape. Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills may be had of all druggists or direct by mail from Dr. Williams’ Medicine Company from either address. The price at which these pills are sold makes a course of‘treetment compara- tively inexpensive as compared with other remedies or medical treatment. When Mr. A. Turner was questioned he said the sale of Dr, “'illiams’ Pink Pills was a surprise to himself. In his experience as a. druggist no remedy had madesuch a repu- tation or produced such wonderful results. Scarcely a. day passed that he did not hear of parties who were benefitted by the use of Pink Pills. Mr. J .R. Dodds was equally enthusiastic. “If you call Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills a patent medicine,” said he, “they are the most popular and best selling pa tent medi- cine in my store today. The sale is un- doubtedly on the increase, and I can say that scores who have bought from me are loud in their praises of what Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills have done for them. They are certainly a. great remedy, and my experi- ence is that they efi'ect all that is clauned for them.” These Pills are manufactured by the Dr. Williams’ Medicine Company, Brockville, Out. and Schenectady, N. Y., and are sold only in boxes bearing the firm’s trade mark and wrapper, at 50 cts. a box, or six boxes for $2. 50. Bear in mind that Dr. Williams Pink Pills are never sold in bulk, or by the dozen or hundred, and any dealer who of- fers substitues in this form is trying to de- fraud you and should be avoided. The public are also cautioned, against all other so-called blood builders and nerve tonics. no matter what name may be given them, They are all imitations whose makers hope to reap a pecuniary advantage from the wonderful reputation achieved to Dr. W'il- liams’ Pink Pills. Ask your dealer for Dr. Williams’ Pink Pillsfor Pale Peeple, and refuse all imitations and substitutes. Dr. \Villiams’ Pink Pills are a. perfect blood builder and nerve restorer, curing such diseases as rheumatism, neuralgia, partial aralysis, locomotor ataxia, St. Vitus’ ance, nervous headache, nervous prostra- tion and the tired feeling therefrom, the after efiects of la grippe, diseases depending on humans in the blood, such as scrofula, chronic erysxpelas, etc. Pink Pills give a. healthy glow to pale and sallow complex- ions, and are a specific for the troubles pe- culiar to the female system, and in the case of men they effect a radical cure in all cases arising from mental worry, over-work or excesses of any nature, Seven thousand persons a day are addei to the population of the United States. The reporter also interviewed several of Mr. Duke’s neighbors, and found them all of one opinion. This was that his son would now be sleeping in the silent church- yard had it not been for the timely use of Pink Pills. He also learned that many others are using the pill with gratifying re- sults, while many more had made up their minds since the miraculous saving of young Duke’s life to try the great remedy for lesser ailments with which they were troubled. We had anticipated that our mission would be disappointing in some respects, never expecting to have the strange story which we had heard of Ernest Duke’s recovery so fully substantiated but here we were returning to Orangeville with everything that was flying rumor before conclusively established upon investigation. WHAT THE DRUM‘HSTS SAY. On arriving at Orangeville we determined to interview the local druggists as to the popularity of the remedy that is working such wonders and causing such genuine sensations in many parts of the country. Mr. Thomas Stevenson was the first druggist interviewed. “Do you sell many of Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills?” we asked Mr. Steven- son. “1 should think we did,” was his prompt reply. “There is no remedy in my store for which there is such a demand, and while the number we sell is very large, the sale is certainly increasing.” “How do you account for this large sale?” we asked : “I believe it due entirely to the merits of the preparation. Those who use Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills report the best results. The remedy is certainly a wonderful one. The reporter was full of thought as he hastened to the school to interview the little fellow who may be said to have heard the summons of death, and to have been saved from an early grave by Dr. Williams’ wonderful Pink Pills which the teacher had truly described as a. simple remedy. When we reached the school several children were plaving in the yard, and in answer to our call for Ernest Duke a bright little boy started out trom the romping throng. we asked him if he was the boy who had been so sick, and he answered with a mild and clear “yes.” “ Are you well now?” “ 0, yes, I’m as well as ever again.” “ What cured you ‘3” “ Pink Pills ! ” was the ready and smiling response. The little fellow did certainly appear to be in the full enjoyment of health, and no one who did not know the facts would think that he had so recently been in‘ such a precarious condition asto be de- spaired or by three local physicians of stand- ing and experience. We shook hands with the boy and started for Orangevxlle fully convinced that there was a good deal in the stories we had been reading of miracles wrought through the use of Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills. Just as Mrs. ‘Duke was concluding her interesting narrative the teacher of the school, Mr. Thomas E. Langford, who boards at Mr. Duke’s entered the house. It was the dinner hour, and the reporter expected that Ernest would turn up, and save him a visit to the school. He was in- formed, however, that the boy had taken his lunch with him in the morning and would spend the dinner hour at play. Mr. Langford accompanied the reporter to the road and on the way the teacher said that Dr. Williams’ Pink Pills could not be too widely known. “I have been boarding all. alongat Mr. Duke’s said he, “andI tell you little Ernest was in a. bad state last spring. N 0 one ever thought he would get better, and it seems so‘strange that he was cured by such a. simple remedy. Why, three doctors pronounced his case hopeless, and yet he is at school to-day!‘ He is a bright little boy, and the Pink Pills saved his life.” little fellow was so well then that he was able to be around, and even went with his father to the exhibition. \Ve have been buying the pills from Mr. Stevenson, one of the Orangeville drugsists, and Ernest is still using them although not so often as at first. It would not be much out of your way to call at the school, and there you will find Ernest who will be able _to speak for himself.” The year 1725 was extremely wet, and a banker named Bulliot, noticing that it rain- ed on St. Gervais’ (the French St. Swithin) Day, offered to support the popularsupersti~ tion by a. bet that it would be wet for forty consecutive days. Several persons took him, and the wager was reduced to writing in these terms :â€"“ If, dating from St. Ger- vais’ Day, it rains more or loss during forty days successively, Bulliot will be considen d to have gained ; if it cease to rain for any one day during that time Bulliot has lost." On these terms Bulliot betted again t all comers, and on that day he deposited at very large sum of money, for besides what he had lodged in the hands of the umpires, he took gold-headed canes, snail-boxes, and jewellery of every kind whose value was appraised, and against which he stakfl money. The affair caused great excitement at the time, and as the chances were decidedly against Bulliot many people were eager to get on the good thing. At last the banker, having deposited all his cash, was forced to give the stake- holder notcs and bills of exchange, and as his credit was well established, he was enabled to issue paper to the amount of fifty thousand crowns. It will readily be conceived that the hero of this wager be- came quite fashionable. Wherever he ap- peared he attracted attention. But, unfor- tunately, Saint Gervais was not true to his reputation, and it ceased raining before the expiration of the alloted time. Bulliot was ruined, and so completely that he could not honour the notes and bills of exchange which he had given. The holders tried to enforce payment, and as the existing law did not recognize debts of this character, they en- deavoured to pass themselves off as bona- fide creditors who had taken Bulliot-’3 notes for other considerations than the wager, and that they ought to be paid or compounded for; but the assignees made it appear by the dates and other evidence that all these notes formed part of the wager. They were, therefore, nonsuited, and the debts declared irrecoverable. Previous to the passing of the Betting Acts. actions used to be allowed 1n England, and Lord Mansfield tiied several. One .vas where two spendthrift young noblemen wagered which of their two fathers would die 5first: and the verdict was given for Lord March. Another famous case was that of the Chevalier d’Eon, the point at issue being whether the Chevalier, who, though a mili- tary officer, was of effeminate appearance, was a man orawoman. The case was heard before Lord Mansfield, and the verdict given that he was a woman. Although the ver- dict was afterwards set aside on legal grounds, it was allowed to settle many other bets laid on the same question. According to a. contemporary authority, this decision Was instrumental in retaining in this coun- try no less a. sum than £75,050, which would otherwise have been transmitted to Paris. The Chevalier, after declaring that she (or he) had no interest whatever in these bets upon the question of sex, left England for France, and assuming female attire, enjoyed a pension from the French Government, for having been long a spy of Louis XV., till the breaking out of the Revolution in 1790. He then went to England, and being in great distress lived with a lady of reputation as her companion, but on his death in 1810 he was found, on post-mortem examination, to be a man The Count de Saillant made a bet with the Prince de Conde that he would ride twice from the gate of St Denis to Chantilly at full gallop and return to his starting place in the space of six hours, the distance between the two points being thirty miles. The stake was 10,000 crowns, and the bets on both sides exceeded amillion of francs. The Count equipped himself with atight belt round the waist and his body was swathed with strips of flannel, while he carried a leaden bullet in his mouth. Relays of horses were stationed on the road; every- thing that could, in the slightest manner, obstruct the course was carefully removed ; anda. clock was fixed to the gate of St Denis to mark the precise instant of start- ing and return. The Count accomplished his task with eighteen minutes to spare, in which time he offered to ride to Versailles, a. further distance of eleven miles. Some fifty years ago, John Sloman, the actor, who was then manager of the five theatres comprised in what was called the Kent circuit, made a bet of a. hundred pounds that he would act the part of Tom in the interlude of Intrigue, and sing a. comic song at three of his" theatres on the same night between the hours of seven and eleven. The theatres selected were those of Center- bury, Rochester, and Mnidstone, between which places there was at that time no rail- way communication. On the appointed evening the curtain rose at the Canterbury house "exactly at seven ; Sloman went through his part and sang a. comic song, then jumped into a postchaise, and made for Rochester as fast as four good horses could take him, covering the distanceâ€"twenty. six mileseâ€"in an hour and forty minutes, changing horses at Sittingbonrne. Part of [u the year 1634 the Parliament of Dole in France was called upon to decide an ex- traordinary wager between two inhabitants of Pasmes. One' of the two had agreed that if the other WOuld pay him 2-1 francs in hand he would furnish him with a certain num- ber of grains of millet in proportion to the number of children who should be born withina certain extent of country, and be baptised, during one year. For the first child he was to furnish one grain, two for the second, four for the third, and so on : always doubling the number of grains for each successive birth. The number of children born was 66, and the proportion of grains to be supplied was so enormous that the party bound by the bet demanded the cancelling of the contract as being founded upon an impracticable condition. The court decided after having made the neces- sary calculation, that the wager was natur- ally impossible to be fulfilled, and it conse- quently decreed that the party who had re- ceived the 24f on condition of an event which he declared himself unable to meet, should return that sum to his opponent and should pay an additional sum of ‘24:", which was the only chance of loss incurred by the winner if the millet had been furnished. One of the wildest and most audacious bets ever offered was that of a. physician, named Asotepiades, who wagered that he would never be ill in his whole life. Absurd as it may seem he gained his bet, though of course he was unable to enjoy it. He lived to an advanced age, and met his death sud- dehly in consequence of a. fall downetgire A FEW UURIOUS WAGEES. Romance oftlm netting Book. At present all the mining is done by underground tunnelling, the same as in a. coal mine ; and thanks to an introduction I had to the general manager, I was granted the exceptional favour of going below. I met the underground manager-a canny Yorkshire minerâ€"at the time, and attired myself in an old canvas jacket, a pair of trousers, and a slouch hat, which a. tramp would not have accepted as a gift. Another visitor completed the trio, and we managed to squeeze ourselves into a little lift only 2 feetfi inches square, and at the WOl'L “ All right” we were shot from the brilliant light of an African sun into utter darkness, which was only occasimally relieved as we rattled down past the different levels. To our right was another shaft, up which the earth is taken, and we would now and then hear the big skip rush up with a rear and rumble at something like thirty miles an hour. Down and down we went, until I, thought we were never going to stop ; but at last we gradually slowed up, and then stopped with a. jerk at the seven hundred and fifty feet level. The largest of these holes is more than half a. mile round and about 500 feet deep, and as there are four mines all nearly as large, one can form some rough idea. of the enormous amount of earth that has been re- moved in searching for the precious pieces of carbon. Before us was a. scene which I shall never forget. Picture to yourself a. large cavern, which might well have been the entrance to hell, dimly lit by a. few electric lights, and filled with mist and sulphurous fumes, through which emerged the naked forms of dusky and perspiring natives, who were hauling and emptying the trucks which had been filled with the precious blue earth. Toward this cavern ran several tunnels, equally dimly lit and full of va- pour, which vomited forth truck after truck of blue earth, which was speedily whisked to the surface by the enormous skip. At grst, each digger had a small plot of land allotted to him, 30 feet by 10 feet, and from the earth he dug out he extracted the diamonds by working and s1fting. But as the digging was carried deeper, these claims began to fall in, and complications arose which ended in almost all the mines being purchased by the De Beers Company, who now virtually control the diamond market, and by limiting the output have raised the price and made it a profitable enterprise. What remains of the open mine is an enormous hole in the ground which very much resembles the holes children are so fond of digging on the seashore. In fact, it might well have been the playground of a gigantic race of children, who had dug these holes and left them as soon as they had tired of their amusement. At first. I was bewildered by the noise and the peculigr surroundings, but I soon became used to its, and stumbled along after our guide down one of the galleries. in our ”hands. U From the main tunnels branch of? side workings, and at these points the air was suffocating. What with the number of candles burning in the mine, the dynamite used, and the number of men workings the air becomes unbearably hot and stifling in the higher levels. The per- spiration was streaming from my face ; and even the natives seemed to feel the heat, for I often could only distinguish them from the rocks by the candle-light glistening on their naked and_perspiring bodies. These galleries only measured about 5 feet in height, and in many places less than that ; while the ground was worn away in- to ruts and holes, in and out of which we stumbled, often up to our ankles in black slush, and groping our way as best we could by the light‘of the .candlc we carried We descended- a vertical ladder to the level beneath, and here we had to wait whilst a charge of dynamite exploded. We all waited in silence, which was only broken by the drip, drip of water oozing through the rock, and the heavy breathing of some of the natives, who were glad of a short respite fro 11 their arduous work, when sud- denly there wasa roar and a rush of air which blew out all our candles and made my ears throh painfully. We were then allowed to continue our walk, the air being more filled with fumes than before. Thus we went on for nearly two hours, along one tunnel as far as the working end, } examining the progress of each gang of 1 men, until I was fain to say that 1 had1 had enough, and should beglad to return to the surface. So we three, tired, dirty, and perspiring mortals entered the lift once more, and were soon drawn to the surface, where in the glorious daylight, and with the blue sky above me, all our subterranean ex-‘ pe'r‘ience‘seemed a hideous nightmare. The town itself is flat, and as uninterest- ing as a town can be, for everybody’s aim seems to have been to make as much money as possible and then leave : and the result is than, with the exception of one or two streets, the town ls composed of a. collection of corrugated iron huts and buildings, all equally hideous in appearance. - The blue-earthâ€"it is so called from its colorâ€"is taken in trucks to the “floors ” (large open spaces, some miles in extent), where the earth' IS laid out and allowed to pulverise by the act_ion fofrsun and rain. Now Kimberley is a. large and thriving town and until a few years ago is was the centre of trade and business, and upon its prosperity depended the prosperity of South Africa. A Visit to Wonderful Kimberleyâ€"An Accl- dent Diwlosml to a Passing: Traveller the Wealth “'Mcln lay Beneath an African Farm. Less than twenty years ago, writes Mr. Howard Hazell, in “Hazell’s Magazine,” Kimberley was a farm, just as flat and un- interesting as other farms in the karroo, and it was not until a. passing traveller notic- ed the pretty and brilliant stones that the farmers’ children were playing with, that any one dreamed of the fabulous wealth of diamonds hidden below. tom. Another hachine washZS aéfivywtrfie‘ larger portion of the stones, and those that are left; are carefully sorted over by hand _ ~ After some months it. is again taken up, and carried to the washing machine, where the earth is washed and alfted, all the dia- monds and l‘leavy stones falling to the bot- the company had been sent on in advance, and they were ready to commence directly the manager arrived. The interlude was played, the song sung, and Slomgn posted to Maldstone, a distance of eight miles in forty. four minutes. Here he was welcomed by a house crammed from pit to gallery and ac~ complished his task with fifteen minutes to spare. IN THE DIAMOND DIGGINGS- It was 3 o’clock in the afternoon when the supposed pilot boat was sighted. Three hours later, as the captain was eating his supper, and doing so with considerable difficulty on account of the pounding and the rolling of the ship, and thesecond ofi‘icer was on the bridge, a great wave, which the first ofiicer says was “like a cliff,” came over the bows, carrying away everything before it. The Sweedish boatswain of the ship, Charles Lastadius, was on what is called the “ fly bridge,” a. structure extend- in'g out in front of the real bridge. He saw the cliff of water falling on him and grasped a stanchion. Stanchiou and man were swept away like leaves before a. hurricane. The second officer saw the boatswain rise on the top of a wave close on the starboard hand. It was bright starlight, so the struggling man could be seen as he was swept along on the great surging billows, and he was shouting for help: 0ne Billow Sweeps a Sailor From llis Ship. Another Brings nim Back. After a terrific combat with winds and waves the British steamship British Prince came into New York the other day with the story of a. rescue more startling than anything Clark Russell ever dared to Write. The British Prince came from Mediterranean ports. As soon as she get outside the Straits of Gibraltar she encountered the fierce gales which have been recently mak- ing such havoc on the North Atlantic. She is not a large steamer, and though stanch and well found, she had a hard time of it, ‘the waves breaking over her decks and pounding her back as she struggled to ad- vance. Still, inch by inch she struggled on, until her coal began to give out and she ran into St. Michael’s, i'] the Azores, for a. fresh supply. After leaving St. Michael’s she met the same kind of weather as before. and had it up to Sandy Hook. When 460 miles east by south of Sandy Hook the steamer sighted what Captain Innis, who commands the British Prince, thoughgzwas a. pilot best. A heavy south-west sale was blowing,and a tremendous see; was ruii’nin'. The supposed pilot boat was headed £93133 ‘_ and had not a stitch of canvas-up. ‘ Shexazs; apparently deserted. The pilot comings}.â€" sioners say there is no pilot boa't ill-that: region from New York, and none at ‘sea; for which any fear is felt. Still Captain Innis ' thinks it was a pilot boat. ‘ 1 Thomas J ones is the second officer’s name and Mr. Jones made one of the greatest casts of any kind ever read in the seafaring tales. He grabbed a life-buoy which was hanging handy on the bridge, and threw it out into the waves with such precision that it settled down over the boatswain’s head, just as the people at (Janey Island threw rings over cheap canes in the booths of the “ fakirs ” in summer time. The man pulled it down under his arms, and though the water was so intensely cold that it numbed him, struggled bravely for life. The cap- tain, hearing the cry of “ man overboard,” ran on deck and ordered the ship backed down toward where the boatswain could be seen, rising on the top of the giant waves in the starlight,anddriving tothe northeast. The steamer backed dowu past the man, trying to get near him, and then a great wave swept him around the bows to the front side of the ship. Then he was swept away into the night and Captain Innis lost sight of him. ‘But the captain heard a loud cry from him, and noting a. star in the direction from which the cry came he steered by that star and soon saw him again bobbing like a cork on the foaming crest of the starlit waves. The steamer ran toward the strug~ gling man and then close to him, until he was just abea-n close aboard. A great wave reared itself with the boatswain on its crest and dashed him against the vessel's rail. He grasped it as a drowning man would, and the wave, receding, left him there. The man was dazed, as well as he might be and clung so tightly to the rail that it took five of his shipmates to loosen his hold and carry him below. Hot water. hot whisky and hot cloths soon brought him about all right, and when the British Prince arrived here yesterday he was none. the worse for his remarkable adventure. ' ' .‘ «land, woman dled at. Lexgh, Ln.a , he}: metigfrom the effect of bemg stxlucrk :1: the eye by a. snowball, thrown at 1e the fun by a. bov. She never ralhed from blow. - When General Butler was making 3" electionegring trip through Massachusetts ma. s and car with a. party of friends woul often call the children inside “h" came to the station to see him. U"? "f T113888, 111 Springfield, was a bright We girl. He asked her if she knew hm" “ You’reGeneml Butler,” was her prompt. reply. “How do you know I'm . Butler?” he inquired interestedh‘ . . cause you’re cockâ€"eyed,” was the ‘i‘rmg ansyver. And the ‘General lay W“ m his chair and laughed until the bears ”a" down his face. When he became composed -h° Wagid: “That’s fame for van. .Thats 1n- idwidual eminence. Even the gift? l'gtilll- eration kno ' '” 1 e w of my might. 1“ kiss. girl receveid a. silver dollar an Diamonds are all sold at; so chh pex carat and at present the average price is 295. 6d. per carat; but the price vanes from 4s. or 5:, for the smallest and common- est; stones, ealled “boars” (which are used for grinding the diamonds), up to almost any pmce for a. large and beautiful stone. On a long bench in front of the windows were piles of diamonds of all sizes, shapes, and colors, laid out on white paper in much the same way as sugar is weighed out at a grocer’s. The diamonds varied in size from a hazel-nut to a pin’s head, and though chiefly of that pure white color which is the marked characteristic of diamonds; jiet some were grey, pink, and other tints. The diamonds on the table were about £30,000 in value in the rough, and of course would be worth much more when polished ; and I longed to be able to bring away a few of the finest. Ohrerafternoon I went into the offices of the De Beers- Company and saw a. parcel of diamonds being sprped: Garnet: are found in great numbers, am! these pretty stones are here considered valueless. and the diamonds picked out. It was very interesting to watch the men sorting over these stones. About a. bushel would be brought in and thrown down on a. tin-cover- ed table, and they would then be turned over with a. piece of ”n, and the diamonds picked out and put in a sort of locked poor- box. A WONDROUS SBA STORY- an She dismissed th‘ patient gesture. I a trifle made me law the shelf, my chin ‘ head and looked rain. It seemed better for us both i style of indifi'erenet jog on then in this bother. “ I suppose ever} some time or other: words without; tak hand : “ same as be childish disorders. and am not- likelj thank God 1” 1 - “I'm thinking answer in a mome past. I know :1 change my preset: “ You won‘hi m ‘* No, no: for 1 emphasis. I sat down beam: ing. 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True ha a condition of contc is only to be obtain jeeLion of those passi feet balance of joy equzmimity depends anything which exci I thought a. book '00 hate or love, I won] us indulgence in an ' My wife sighed. “ I’m not clever abstract questions, that you have sai wrong.” “If .all that you would seem that Lin kind is to undo al culture have done, ‘ condition of animals that, for even they “ How's that?" I philgsophic irritati- There was nothin lenden cloud and swn and as Hebe was sih tentiouslvâ€" “ Exten the vagaries our sympathy; “ I suppose I’ve got; after a long yawn, I ‘ don’t want to have it fi lees scuff.” My desaltory readin: had led me to skim ox of philowphy, picking or there which pleasec rest. arms, “ with the hisn marriage ‘3 They’re al‘ A couple of young fool: out of love: they are r folly is consummated i “Romance is not young people, and It s mrrjirg'é-f’ _ “ Oh: if they're not cue for their tolly. a aoberly after marriag‘ have no more interest: the vagaries of a coup “ “’6“, you need no! about me. I’ve got, all good enough for a par ‘ -and women. But “1] xationul man want," 1 l TURN I'HH One Sunday chem: dozing over the Em been mining all day : gish, and reading had f idea. Giving myself a sh window. thrust, my ha and looked out. over th< sat hard by, one of fin fore her on the shelf l flowers. There was 1: the Encyclopa-dia. “ We haven’t read what We’ve got : these that there is worth km “ Do you think so '1" “ \Vhat subject of b you suggest as an midi! languid curiosity. “ A work of imagim “ Oh, a. story," said contempt. “ I'll pick; the next time I go inu1 member it.” “ I was not thinkingl pleasure,” she said qui4 “ Delft y<3u think m tend our library ‘3” she “ You were 11an CHAPTER